U still the lil homie

I get geeked by myself, I'll serve it with no scale

I can whip it with no L's, I can show you how to ball on em

Benz with no traction, aint gone stall on me

Niggas cappin' bout they past, you still the lil homie

Aye Goyard on my baggage, where the fuck my package at

I can't even see these niggas, where the fuck my glasses at

Rick Owen coat, I got my strap in that

They like, Woes where you been, where your ass was at

My bitch too attached to me, I go to the trap, it's a tragedy

Fuck I need a 9 to 5? I'll just rap on a beat

I'm in the mafia now, you can't even sit with me